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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note:*blushes madly* Hope this is worth the wait!
Fonts: A quick review- "Cybertronion" "::Link speak::"
WARNING: LEMON~! Okay people, I started this story out with an "M" rating for a reason! ... THIS IS THE REASON! No flames please! You've had enough time to accept that this is a SLASH story and that yes, I would undoubtedly have a chapter like this! If my story is deleted, I also post at adultfanfiction under the same name and on my Live journal as blkdragonqueen.
Chapter Fifty-Seven: Long Overdue
No one stayed around very long after the humans had departed. Quickly said their goodnights they all began meandering back to their own hangers, some discussing the day’s events while others left by themselves to think things over. Jazz smirked as Optimus wandered over to where he was standing. “You know, I will want a report on this,” he told him.
Jazz gapped in stunned surprise. “Slag it, why?”
“Because this is one of, if not the most, important occurrence in all of Cybertron’s history. I think it should be documented,” Optimus smiled.
“But I HATE paperwork!” Jazz wined sullenly. “Why can’t you have Sam write it up?”
Optimus chuckled. “Oh don’t misunderstand me. I’ll probably ask Sam for his account later on but I would still like to hear your side of the story.”
“What story?” Jazz insisted with a wave of his arms. “I was dead, the kid came and picked me up and now I’m back. The end.”
Optimus sighed and shook his head, sending a quick look at Prowl who was still as unresponsive as ever. “Hopefully your report will be a bit longer than that.”
Jazz instantly deflated as he sighed in defeat. “Yeah, yeah. All right already. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Optimus smiled. “Good. I’ll give you a blank data pad when I see you for your debriefing.”
“Debriefing?” Jazz cried out indignantly when felt a hand take his arm.
“Jazz,” Prowl said warningly.
Jazz stared at his husband for a moment before he let out another long sigh and nodded. “Yeah, okay. Tomorrow.”
“Right,” Optimus smiled. “Well, we do have one of the hangers still open for Prowl’s use so I can only assume that you both will be using that one now,” Optimus sent Prowl a long look. Prowl himself just shifted a bit and Jazz instantly categorized the move as one of embarrassment.
“I am sorry about that Prime-” Prowl began to apologize but Optimus held up a hand, halting the mech mid-sentence.
“It was completely understandable given the circumstances,” Optimus assured him gently.
“I’m still sorry.”
Optimus shook his head. “Anyway, we kept the second hanger down from this one reserved for you. It’s the one on the other side of mine.”
Prowl nodded still a bit abashed at his earlier behavior and Jazz was watching the whole thing rather amused. “Prowl?” he asked, eyeing his mate with a small smirk. “What is he talking about?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Prowl said quickly as he began pulling Jazz’s arm. “The second one down, right?”
Optimus just chuckled as he waved goodbye to them as they watched them leave, Jazz smirking back at him as he was tugged out the door. “Make it tomorrow afternoon!” Optimus called after him. Jazz’s smirk got wider and Optimus could bet that if he could, Prowl would be blushing redder than a tomato. “Have fun…”
Jazz stretched as he followed Prowl into the hanger that Optimus had directed them too, absently kicking the door shut behind him. “Man, I can’t tell you how glad I am to be back. Dieing was no trip, I can tell you that-urk!”
Jazz’s sentence was quickly brought to a halt as Prowl suddenly whirled around and pulled the other mech towards him, engulfing the small Pontiac in a crushing hug. “Damn it…” the commander muttered as he clung to his husband. “I’ve never been good at this emotional stuff…”
Jazz relaxed some as he heard the small, broken whisper and he gave a tiny smile as he brought up his arms and returned the embrace. “I know,” he murmured back. “That’s why you have me, so I can show you all the wonderful things you’ve been missing.”
“Damn it Jazz,” Prowl growled, refusing to look at his mate. “I thought that it was the end.”
Jazz looked up and tried to see Prowl’s expression, but the other mech had pressed his face against Jazz’s shoulder, effectively hiding himself. With a soft sigh, Jazz slowly pulled back and gave his love a long look as he brought up his hands and placed them on either side of Prowl’s face, forcing the other mech to look at him. “I’m sorry baby,” he said softly. “You know I never wanted to leave you behind.”
Prowl stared at him a long moment before he sighed, the tension just draining out of him, and he brought his hands up to cover the pair that cupped his face. “I know that Jazz…” he said slowly, squeezing the hands trapped within his own grip. “I know that it was that stupid war and that you were only doing what you had to do… But I just… the thought of you gone-”
“But I’m here now,” Jazz interrupted softly. “I’m here and we’re together.”
Prowl gave a small smile as he looked down at his husband, finally releasing Jazz’s hands and wrapping his arms around the smaller mech’s waist again he gave it another squeeze. “Yeah… yeah we are, aren’t we?”
Jazz continued to smile when he suddenly felt something hook around his ankle and he yelped in surprise as he suddenly felt himself falling backwards. He didn’t hit the floor however as Prowl’s arm, still around his waist, kept a firm grasp on him and kept him from landing flat on his aft. “What are you up to?” Jazz smirked as Prowl set him down onto the ground.
Prowl smirked, a rarity that only Jazz was ever really privileged to see, and gave Jazz a small tap on the forehead. “What does it look like?” he murmured as he knelt next to the lounging mech.
Jazz chuckled as he glanced around the building. “What? No bunks?” he chuckled.
“Mmm,” Prowl nodded. “Apparently Optimus wants the actual base built before outfitting it with actual furniture.”
“Really?” Jazz asked with a smirk, completely ignoring the small strokes that Prowl was running down his arm. “Who does he have working on that? Red?”
Prowl shook his head as his hand moved from Jazz’s arm up to his shoulder before back down his chest. “I think Wheeljack.”
“Wheeljack?” Jazz burst out laughing. “Oh he’s probably not happy. He hates to have his ‘creativity’ hampered. What did he have to say about that?”
Prowl finally sighed as he sat back on his heels. “I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t here at the time. Can we not talk about that now?”
Jazz snickered as he wrapped his arms around Prowl’s shoulders, pulling his husband down closer to him. “Oh? Then what do you want to talk about?” he asked innocently. “Do you want to know my latest hit count? Perhaps I should tell you about the time we were fighting the seekers and I had this great new time bomb that I-”
Prowl let out a small growl as he yanked Jazz up slightly and pulled him once more to his chest. A sudden jolt of electricity shot across their Link causing Jazz to momentarily see static dance across his vision screen. Jazz chuckled and let the whole thing drop as he stayed in his husband’s arms, just feeling their Link reconnect. Prowl was clinging to him tightly as they sat there for a long while, just reaffirming to themselves that the other was still there.
Jazz was just about to doze off in recharge when Prowl finally moved. The commander leaned back and stared at his mate’s face, taking in the goofy grin that Jazz was supporting with a bit of amusement. “Jazz…” Prowl began. “Could you lift your visor?”
Jazz froze. There was no other word for it. One moment, he was feeling like what he supposed human Jell-o was like when he suddenly tensed up as tight as a spring. The smile quickly fell and Prowl looked at his husband bewildered. It was a common enough request for when they were alone together. Jazz never really liked removing his visor. He always said it was part of his “image” and only in certain circumstances would he remove it. It was almost like their own special treat for one another. Jazz got to see the rather emotional, sappy side of Prowl that no one else would even think the commander capable of, and Jazz always took off his visor for Prowl and Prowl alone.
Prowl waited, wondering what it was that he said to make Jazz anxious. ‘Perhaps he was damaged there while we were apart,’ Prowl thought nervously. ‘Primus, what if he doesn’t want to look at me?’
Jazz could see that Prowl was beginning to get overwrought over his prolonged silence and quickly wrapped his arms around his husband once again. “Promise you won’t freak?” he pleaded.
“Freak?” Prowl repeated ht odd word surprised. “Jazz, you’re scaring me here…”
“Yeah, well that makes two of us,” Jazz sighed as he leaned back. He looked up at Prowl, searching his husband for what he wasn’t sure, but he did see the pure worry on Prowl’s face, only overcome by the love and support that he knew Prowl held for him. “Just remember, I had nothing to do with this.”
“Jazz…” Prowl drawled, becoming even more distraught the longer Jazz stalled.
Jazz sighed as he lifted his arm and placed his hand on the switch that would retract the dark blue visor. “Okay, just remember you said you wouldn’t freak.”
“I made no such promise,” Prowl returned as Jazz hit the button and the visor flew up.
Jazz didn’t even have so much time as to adjust to the sudden change in lighting as Prowl suddenly grabbed his head in-between his hands and yanked him forward so they were nearly nose to nose as he took in the new optic. “By Primus,” Prowl murmured as he stared at the gold colored optic.
“Yeah, blame him,” Jazz snickered as he tried to gently pull himself out of Prowl’s strong grasp.
Prowl wasn’t about to let go though as he began tilting Jazz’s head this way and that as he tried to get a better look. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he murmured as he studied the feature.
Jazz finally reached up and managed to pry Prowl’s fingers off his face so he could take his head back. “I don’t think anyone has,” Jazz chuckled as he took in Prowl’s still captivated stare. “There have only been blue or red optic colors,” he continued with a shrug. “Not like the humans with all their different colors.” Prowl nodded absently as he continued to stare at him and Jazz smirked at the rather blank stare his mate was giving him. “Prowl…” he snickered. “Weren’t we going to do something?”
“I think you should go tell Optimus,” Prowl suddenly said with a frown as he continued to just stare at his husband thoughtfully.
“What?” Jazz yelped before he let out a groan and allowed himself to fall backwards back to the floor. “Prowl…” he whined. “I can tell ‘im later.”
Prowl frowned at him. “You need to report this. Also it might be a good idea to mention it to Ratchet. He should probably check it out to make sure everything is still working correctly- JAZZ!”
Prowl let out a small shout as Jazz suddenly lunged forward and yanked Prowl back down on top of him, a sly grin gracing his features as he wrapped his legs around the other mechs waist. “Do you mind?” Jazz smirked at him. “I’ve kinda been dead, so…” Prowl stared at him blankly, clearly missing Jazz’s meaning. Jazz sighed before he leaned up and grabbed the back of Prowl’s head and yanked him down as he sent his feelings of love through their Link.
Prowl stared back down at Jazz before he was overwhelmed by the flood of emotion and his arms buckled, unable to continue supporting his weight. “Jazz,” Prowl hiss as he buried his face in the crock of Jazz’s neck as the feeling quickly overwhelmed him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Jazz chuckled as Prowl landed on top of him, wrapping his arms around his husband. “Tryin’ to get you in the mood, what’s it look like I’m doin’?”
Prowl’s voice rumbled low in his vocalizer as he suddenly flipped over onto his back, pulling Jazz on top of him so as to not crush the more fragile mech. “Oh you don’t have to try,” he chuckled.
Jazz smirked down at him, enjoying the new view. “Really? Well that’s good to know.”
“Mmm, indeed,” Prowl smiled as he ran his hands down Jazz’s sides. “So what do you want to do now? We could go over our reports.”
Jazz gasped in mock indignation and Prowl chuckled as he leaned up and brought Jazz’s head down, touching their foreheads together. Both mechs sighed as they sent small pulses of heat back and forth through the link, just being with each other. Jazz’s small growling soon turned into a happy purr as he leaned down and began to cuddle. “I think I’m gonna melt,” Jazz murmured dazedly.
Prowl chuckled as he placed a hand at the small of Jazz’s back. “Jazz,” he murmured in a hushed tone as he slowly began running his fingers along the plating seams, every once in a while pushing slightly against the tiny crevasse causing Jazz to tremble in response as he played with the few wires he could reach. “You have to sit up a bit.”
Jazz actually giggled as he sat up and smirked down at his husband, straddling Prowl’s thighs. “Why?” Jazz snickered as he reached forward and began drawing little squiggle’s on Prowl’s chest with his own finger, every once in a while running a hand over the headlights from the mechs other form. “What do ya want me to do?”
Prowl gave a sly smirk as he caught the wandering hand and leaned upward, whispering in a soft, hushed voice. “Merge with me.”
“HOO YA!” Jazz cheered as he threw up his arms in victory before he flopped back on top of his husband.
“Ooof!”
Jazz chuckled as he slowly slid down Prowl’s legs and leaned down nuzzled his husband’s neck. “Now that’s music to my sensors.”
Prowl snickered. “I thought it would be…”
With a soft sigh, Jazz sat back up and stretched; a small smirk on his face. “As much as I love ya babe, I ain’t about to do this in the doorway.”
Prowl stared at his lover in surprise before he turned his head slightly to see the door not ten feet behind him. “Oh… oops.”
Jazz just chuckled as he leaned back down and gave him a soft hug. “I know hon, you just can’t keep your hands off me.”
Prowl smirked as he gave Jazz a quick smack on the aft. “You bet, now up you.” Jazz smiled as he slowly and with great precision finally slid off of Prowl and stood. He held out a hand for him and with a grin, Prowl reached up and took it, allowing his mate to pull him back to his feet. “Have I told you lately I love you?”
Jazz’s grin just got wider. “No, not recently.”
“I love you,” Prowl told him, staring into Jazz’s dual colored optics. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
“Aw, you say the sweetest things,” Jazz teased as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Prowl once again. “I love you too…” he whispered nuzzling his face in the crock of Prowl’s neck. “I love you with every pulse of my spark.”
“Damn it Jazz…” Prowl growled low in his throat as he suddenly whirled Jazz around and began to maneuvering him towards one of the boxcars on the far side of the building and started easing the Pontiac down on the floor behind it, ensuring that there was no possible way for them to be seen from the door, just in case anyone decided to check in on them.
Jazz chuckled as he was gently laid back down on the ground. “Such a romantic,” he chuckled.
Prowl just smiled as he placed himself over his husband, ensuring to brace himself with one arm so as not to crush his husband. “Let me in,” he whispered.
Jazz couldn’t stop himself from shuddering as he started to undo the latches that held his chest plate closed. He was completely aware of Prowl’s unwavering stare as each buckle popped one by one and the nearly invisible seam in his chest began to widen. He went slowly, knowing that he was more than likely driving Prowl absolutely insane with the wait and that’s how Jazz liked it. The longer he was forced to wait, the more passionate he was when they finally got down to it.
Prowl watched as Jazz’s core was slowly, inch by agonizing inch opened to him and he nearly collapsed at the flood of love and longing that filled him till he almost burst. It had been so long, so long. With each tantalizing inch that was reviled to him, Prowl’s emotions zipped faster and faster though the Link until it became a steady hum and Jazz nearly stopped what he was doing so overwhelmed by the others feelings for him. With a soft sigh, Jazz finally had his chest plating fully opened and his glowing spark was exposed for Prowl to gaze upon at his leisure.
Jazz smiled up at his husband, the very core of his being bared open for the other mech to see. “Well?”he whispered. “What are you waiting for?”
Prowl jerked in surprised as he realized that he still had to yet open his own spark chamber and now all Jazz was doing was waiting on him. With a small smile, he leaned down and ghost his hand over the very edge of Jazz’s spark; a few of the bolts of light instantly leaping out and began running up and down his palm. Jazz yelped and arched upward at the sudden hum that ran thought out his nerve wiring, dispersing to every corner of his being before all rushing back to the center of his core, and all at just at the smallest of touches.
Prowl chuckled as he sat back up again, watching as Jazz tried to come back to himself, the dual colored optics dimming and lightening alternately as he tried to calm himself. “Tease,” the smaller mech finally managed to gasp out.
“Try telling that to the others,” Prowl chuckled as he slowly began undoing his own latches. “They’ll never believe you.”
Jazz let out a small snort as he watched his husband open his own chest plating. “Why would I want to tell them? I like having you all to myself.”
Prowl chuckled as he saw Jazz’s optics zero in on his own, slowly opening plates and the dual colors stayed riveted on him, never once looking away as the plating slowly pealed back to show the sapphire jewel that pulsated beneath them. Jazz’s mouth parted slightly, almost as if he was going to say something more but for some reason he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was. Prowl snickered. “Speechless I see… I’m amazed.”
Jazz’s stare never shifted as he twitched under Prowl’s palm. “Huh?”
Prowl just smiled before he leaned down and placed his hand in the small of Jazz’s back, pulling the other mech closer to himself. The time for talking was over, as his plating finally finished opening and his own spark instantly reached out for the one below him, the small tendrils of electricity already flaring and mingling in the space between them, straining to get closer. Both of them instantly groaned at the sharp jolts of electricity that flew down their central wiring already with just that smallest amount of contact. “Are you ready?” Prowl panted softly as he waited for Jazz’s optics to brighten again.
Jazz finally managed to come back to himself and he looked up at his husband a bit surprised. It had never been like this before, and they hadn’t even really gotten started yet! Every nerve wire was already tingling with feeling, each one humming with life. He wondered if it had to do anything with the fact that they had been separated for so long or if there was a deeper explanation such as him actually dieing at one point. Then Prowl leaned down and all possibility of thought flew right out of Jazz’s processors.
Jazz let out a sharp cry as he could feel the edge of their sparks beginning to connect and the room soon flared with light as small trundles of electricity jumped in between the two mechs, dancing along their bodies as it flooded out from their spark chambers. Only the outer hazy level of their sparks had merged together and Jazz already thought that he was going to fry from the strain. He cried out and threw his arms around Prowl’s neck, small whimpers escaping him every now and again as the power surged throughout his spark.
Prowl growled as he held himself up, not wanting to rush his smaller mate, but the strain was almost unbearable. He wanted nothing more than to lean down and bring the very centers of their sparks together, allowing them to almost become one person in two forms. He could already feel the raw energy flow throughout nearly every corner of his body, seeming to head straight into his central processor, threatening to overwhelm the small unit. Prowl himself already flooded by the overwhelming feelings of love for him that Jazz held and his arm nearly buckled right then and there at the sensation.
Jazz purred as his optics suddenly brightened and zeroed in on Prowl’s own dazed ones. “More,” he whispered.
“Jazz,” Prowl grit out harshly. “I don’t want to rush this.”
“I don’t care, I want you!” Jazz nearly sobbed as he began trying to tug the other mech down.
“Jazz…” Prowl whispered. With a sigh, he nodded and with his free arm, grabbed one of Jazz’s legs and bought it up. “Hold on to me,” he said.
Jazz nodded and tightened his grip, wrapping his legs around the commander’s waist, clinging to him while trying to get Prowl to fill in the small gap that seemed like a slagging canyon between them. “::Prowl::” Jazz whimpered through their Link. “::Prowl, Prowl, Prowl, Prowl…::”
Prowl gently stroked the others face and gave him a small smile as he finally leaned down and began to bring their sparks completely together. Jazz yelped as the very nerve center of their sparks finally touched and then both mechs cried out as a blinding whiteness overtook their optics and their central components were suddenly running at an intense speed. Their core temperature jumped nearly thirty degrees higher as each one suddenly could feel everything that their mate was feeling at that moment and the feed loop nearly threatened to fry both of them completely out.
Prowl’s vision went dark and all he could concentrate on was the pure uninhibited emotion of raw love that Jazz felt for him and for him alone. He could feel the edges of their spark cores gently brush against one another as he pulled back slightly and Jazz whimpered at the smallest of loss. Prowl could instantly feel the want, the need for him to merge them again completely. He sank down again and their cores flared as they mixed and mingled once again.
Jazz let out a small trill of happiness and automatically yanked the other mech completely on top of him and buried his face in the crook of Prowl’s neck as he was overwhelmed with the love, the want, the need, and the longing. Oh how Prowl had longed for him in those eons they were separated across space. Prowl wanted him, wanted him! Of all mechs! Jazz could never be happier! That this strong, assertive, wonderful commander belonged to him, the loudmouth, hyperactive saboteur, was unbelievable. They were complete opposites and yet here, in their very cores, they were the same.
It was two sparks meeting as one, blending and merging until it was a steady thrum of light. Their sparks pulsated as they reestablished themselves with one another; completely uncaring that it was causing their emotions units to go almost completely haywire. The light suddenly flared, tendrils of electricity shooting up and away from the two withering forms behind the boxcar, almost lighting up the entire building with a soft blue ray of light before it suddenly dimmed to a slowly pulsating glow, their sparks now completely synchronized once again.
Jazz and Prowl stiffened for a long moment before they flopped back to the ground, Prowl managing to keep himself coherent enough to brace himself once again so as he wouldn’t crush his delicate husband. Wanting to hold out for a few more beats of their sparks as one, Prowl finally sighed and gently began pulling himself upward, slowly extracting the core of his own spark from that of its mate.
Prowl froze as the arms around his neck suddenly tightened and he glanced down at Jazz, startled. There were two golden optics staring up at him while Jazz hummed contently and smiled. Prowl almost thought that he imagined it as one of them once again faded back to the normal sapphire blue that he fell in love with and Jazz’s optics were once again back to the two colors that Jazz had shown him earlier. “Primus,” Prowl whispered dazedly. Jazz tilted his head and Prowl could feel the small inquisitive ping across their link. Prowl shook his head and looked back at his husband. “Jazz… we have to disconnect.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jazz murmured tiredly and tried to pull Prowl back down so their cores could touch once more instead of just the outer layer.
“Jazz,” Prowl murmured and Jazz sighed defeated as he nodded and slackened his grip. Prowl slowly began easing up once again and Jazz whimpered as the two sparks were separated and once more in their own personal chambers. Each could feel his own spark instantly calling out again for the others but Prowl knew that one more round like that and their microprocessors really would fry. Jazz just sighed as his mate pulled away and slowly began to close his chest plate, hiding his fragile core from the outside world once again as Prowl did the same.
With a final sigh, Prowl flopped down on the floor next to his exhausted mate, thoroughly drained himself. Jazz instantly rolled over and cuddled next to Prowl’s side, grabbing his closest arm and wrapping it around his own shoulder. They were quiet for a long time, just the sound of their own harsh breathing that was beginning to slow as they relaxed next to one another. “Wow…”
Prowl chuckled at Jazz’s dazed exclamation and gathered him closer to his side. “Took the words right out of my processor.”
Jazz smiled as he rolled over and almost completely flopped down on his husband’s form. “Did I see red flashing around there for a while there?” he asked softly.
Prowl shifted slightly and Jazz was vaguely aware of the movement beneath him. “Er, yeah. I think lights from my alt mode may have lit up for a while there.”
Jazz suddenly began snickering uncontrollably and Prowl glanced down confused as Jazz just cuddled up even closer to him if possible. “My dirty, dirty cop,” he chuckled.
Prowl glanced at his laughing husband a bit confused as how that was funny but Jazz just sniggered and refused to elaborate. Prowl decided it probably wasn’t important and gathering his husband closer to him. The two slowly allowed their CPU’s to slip into sleep mode and they fell into a much needed recharge, never once letting the other one go even in their sleep, clinging to one another both never wanting to let the other go ever again.
Author’s note: *A beet red dragon appears on screen* I can not believe I wrote this! Join us tommorow (if my story isn't deleted by then) for chapter Fifty Eight: Whee! (No I'm not kidding, that really is the title- Prepare for stupidity!)
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